I will be honest. I hate being a caregiver. I don't take care of my husband. I take care of someone that looks like my husband. Lately, I stay so frustrated and ill with him. He told me to quit being ill with him and mind you there is nothing wrong with his mind. I love him, but lately I just don't know what to do about my attitude. I pray to God everyday to help me. Everyday I mess up with my mouth in gear. I need prayers for me and my husband.
I just don't want to take care of another old person. The thought of it makes me sick. No one is alone in absolutely despising caregiving.
Prior to diagnosis she put her symptoms and tiredness down to our marriage problems and was actively talking about leaving... On top of that I've supported her and her (tight) family for over a decade financially (which I also have come to deeply resent).
My wife has been ill for the last 3 years with advanced cancer, and has been in declining health over the last few years, so I've organised the very best care, countless doctor and hospital visits, chemotherapy, surguries, emergency visits, fighting with insurance companies, dealing with distraught family and friends, on and on it goes..
I'm the sole bread-winner now for the last 6 years, while my family has helped out massively financially - her family hasnt given a single penny of their own money (literally).
Ive been working-full time, organising all of her insurance and hospital visits (or it falls in a heap, she refuses to take even that responsibility), taking care of our son, consoling him - organising his activities, taking him everywhere, taking her to appointments and trying to work full time as its only my private insurance thats kept her alive...
I've ended up on anti-depressants during this nightmare, had a breakdown, and having finally learnt detachment for my own sanity, so she now resents that I dont want to listen to her cry most nights about her impending demise as its just too stressful.
We've had no sex life since I cant even remember, my once brilliant career is now circling the toilet and I'm just totally burned out.
But she is determined to 'fight' for every minute longer...
Why I dont quite understand anymore as her quality of life is increasingly aweful with pain, and her 'doing things' with our son sadly amounts now to little more than sitting next to him as he plays with the ipad or watches TV...
Whoever thought care-giving was a blessing was some sort of deep masochist...
For me personally once it gets to this point I'd rather die with some dignity and lack of pain - opioids and ketamine are the way I'd like to pass this mortal coin if I have any choice in the matter (and no, I've never abused drugs, but have experienced both medically so have some idea).
We dont let our animals suffer this way, why are us humans condemned to such suffering at the end..??
Ha ho
Caregiving has made me a firm advocate for death with dignity. In my opinion, it's better to go away somewhere nice like Switzerland, have a lovely last meal, drink the chocolate milk poison and die peacefully with dignity. I'm a big advocate of that, because it's much better than the horrorshow I'm witnessing with my grandmother. It's also not placing a burden on family or an overwhelmed health care system. Imagine a world where very few nursing homes actually exist anymore because death with dignity is a viable, desireable option. Just a thought.
Her attitude toward me it's all my fault when she gets stressed
Im not a saint but her mindset is illogical
I feel sometimes maybe her old normal self will return
Live without affection is hard
What will tomorrow bring
If I get a offer next time I hope I take it
Trouble is with PD I can't catch a fast woman lol
I can't think of anyone who is having, or has had an easy time caring for a loved one. I hope we can both continue to be brave in this journey. I wish you the very best.
-EXCEPTION: Mom was her sweet, kind self. We got along wonderfully.
- I was away from my quiet mountain home, which I loved and was in another state.
- Mom's town was the town I grew up in and I never liked it.
- Her neighborhood was a crowded bad neighborhood, tight with old, decrepit houses with a brick road that reverberated the vibration and noise. The noise at all hours (plus Mom's nocturnal activities) left me severally sleep deprived.
- Her house was old (my sister then me kept the place up to look sharp), which took an additional toll on me to keep it that way. I could hear the neighbors screaming at their kids through the single-pane glass.
- When I arrived for the long-term care to spell my sisters from caring for Mom, they pretty much abandoned me. If they did take Mom to their home so I could finally a day off, they'd bring her back well before the hoped-for time off because of her demanding to return and drop her off and leave.
- The cruelty of my sisters took a very serious toll that I still haven't been able to put aside these past three years though I cut off all contact. So caring for my Mom eventually caused me to lose my entire family. (Except for Mom's passing, I'm good with that.)
- The financial strain was enormous because of paying my home's bills (which was broken into while it was empty) and the new bills I had while at Mom's house.
When I arrived home after Mom had passed and we sold her home, I was in such bad shape I could only trudge. It took two weeks before I could walk my two dogs further than a quarter mile--and even then that "further" was only an extra hundred feet. PTSD sent me to the doc.
But, I was fortunate that Mom and I got along very well. While I'm not sure she ever remembered me, that didn't bother me because I knew it was the dementia. She maintained her basic nice personality. I am very grateful we were kind to each other.
Also he asked if I treated my husband this way, and turned the whole thing around on me like he always does. He can't stand to be critised or be in the wrong. So he's not as senile as he makes out. He just bungs on dizzy spells when he's called on his bs.
There being 'no money for a home' isn't the reason why you are caregiver to and allow what sounds like a dangerous psychotic to be in your home.
Put your mother in a nursing home. If she has no money and is poor, the facility will do her application for Medicaid and it will pay for her care.
If she has income, the nursing home will take it.
If she has assets (real estate, cars, bank accounts, stocks, etc...) they will have to be liquidated. The money raised from the sale of these things will also go to the nursing home.
After it's all been spent down, Medicaid will start paying for your mother's facility care.
You don't have to be her caregiver because your brother dumped the responsibility of it on you. You don't have to keep a violent psychotic in your house to protect your brother's share of a possible inheritance either.
Put her in a nursing home. Let them take whatever money and assets she has. If your brother has a problem with this, then he can make a different care arrangement for her. One that does not involve you or your home.
In the meantime, the hospital will admit her for psychiatric dementia symptoms if she's dropped off in an ER and you tell them that you cannot and will not provide her with caregiving or a place to stay.
They will indeed admit her and will keep her in the hospital until they find a suitable care facility for her.
Please look into bringing in some homecare help. It will be the best thing for both your husband and you.
My brother and SIL approached my dad and mum when she was alive, and suggested that they move into a retirement situation where they would be safer. No luck Anyway after my mum passed 2 and a half years ago, Dad went downhill pretty quickly and lost many of his driving skills and the ability to handle his finances. So my brother became his POA. and it was clear that he would be better with someone to look after him. So here we are. We have considered getting some care in when he becomes worse.
I'm lucky at the moment that my father can still do things for himself up to a point. Like shower and toilet himself and get cup a soup ready at lunch. I cook dinner for my husband, Dad and myself as I won't let him touch the stove or oven as he leaves hotplates on.
I suspect however, that he is becoming bowel/urine incontinent as I've found evidence of faeces and urine on the toilet floor.( sorry for too much info) I say nothing and just clean it.
Im sure I'm in for more difficult times ahead. But one thing I'm not going to do is inform my siblings of his progress as they've shown their true colors. Especially my sister.
What a nice surprise to find I have the heart of an Advocate. So I do that now instead.
I love Downton Abbey... Some feel useful & are happy in a Cook or Driver role, but not a Ladies Maid or Valet. Some may find they are better suited to be Housekeeper-Managers. Or maybe even a relation that does social visits from time to time but no hands-on at all. Friendly social support is caring too. Anyone for a scone with jam & cream?
In addition to this, I also work full time as a manager. So I'm usually working at least 40+ hours a week or more while still caring for him. My family barely helps. Instead they tell me that since I'm the one that's here, then I can be the one to handle things.
Then they and my grandfather have the nerve to get mad at me when I want go out on one of my days off and just hang with my boyfriend or friends. They tell me that I need to be here in case something happens to him. It doesn't matter that I barely go anywhere but work and the house. I have to be there because he needs the help.
So yeah, I hate being a caregiver. Because I'm tired of always having to put others first and myself second. I'm not allowed to have my own life anymore. If I try to tell anyone how I feel, then I'm in the wrong. It feels like my family thinks that my sole purpose to take care of my grandfather while they all get to keep living their own lives.
by the way, what I did to get a day off was to say I was working and my job knowing the situation and how I was treated had my back and would confirm I was working if anything. I would go to my friends or go to the next town and watch a movie, eat go shopping, get a massage and do the things that i love. There was a time where I put my vacation in and took a week off.
I am still healing from that nightmare and think to myself how can my family be so cruel and hateful
I pray you can find some time out or time at home for yourself, a friend to talk to, something funny to read or watch.
We all understand.
Covid was sort of a blessing for me and I don’t feel as angry because I cant/don’t see her that often. I also became resentful because I also would think of my childhood. This forum has been wonderful for me. No one knows what this is like until they do it. If there is any way you can place her somewhere, do it. It’s so much better. I have vowed not to do this to my children. Sending warm thoughts your way.
You need some help with your wife's caregiving. If you and her have family talk to them and see who's willing to help out with her to ease some of your burden.
No matter how much you love someone, it is a tremendous burden to be their caregiver. Especially when they've got dementia. No one can be the sole caregiver for a sick person with dementia and keep that going indefinitely because it will harm you. What happens to your wife if you get sick or God forbid, died? She goes to a nursing home. Well this happens more often than not when one person has all the caregiving responsibility on them.
My cousin married a man 18 years older than her. They were together for years. He got dementia and she became his caregiver. She didn't ask for help because she believed it was her sole responsibility to take care of him. This went on for a few years. I'd see her once in a while and each time she's look more tired and drawn. I tried talking her into some homecare to help, but she refused and always said it's fine.
It wasn't fine though. She died suddenly of a heart attack when she was 59 years old. That was five years ago. Her husband went into a nursing home and he's still there.
Please stop trying to go it alone as your wife's caregiver. You need help and that's nothing to be ashamed of.